Extremely appalled, Cyra looked at those cops. She couldn't believe her ears. Someone had murdered Kellan, during her birthday party's night? She had no clue regarding this.“So we need to ask some questions to Ms. Merciez regarding this case,” the officer uttered. Cyra saw her father looking at her. He was also looking worried and concerned, but holding his strength for his child, he sent her a nod, giving Cyra the assurance that he was there, and nothing wrong would happen to her.Sighing, Cyra nodded at the cops, and then they all settled on the sofas.“So, Ms. Merciez, I hope you will answer all my questions honestly, and I can assure you, if you are innocent then nothing will happen to you,” The officer said to Cyra, seeing her tense body posture.Swallowing, Cyra wagged her head in agreement.“So, do you remember meeting Mr Kellan Sanzer at your birthday party?” The officer asked her. Cyra again sent her a nod.“Yes, he came there because I had shared a birthday invitation in ou
“Cyra, come for breakfast, sweety. Zaiden might be here soon,” Hearing her mother's words coming from outside, Cyra exhaled a heavy breath and placed the hairbrush back on the table. Today, she was going out with him to select their wedding attire, which was going to happen just a day after tomorrow. The day of the beginning of her destruction had finally reached extremely close to her, and she was not capable of doing anything to stop it. She would have to accept it with open arms in front of the whole world.Exhaling a very heavy breath, Cyra took one last glance at her reflection, and then walked out of her room. Cyra entered the dining hall, and saw her parents already settled on the table.“Good morning,” she wished her parents with a smile which didn’t reach her eyes because she knew, very soon her mornings were not going to be like this. Everything in her life was about to change.She would have to leave her parents, and their embraces would get apart from her.Cyra walked to
Standing in her balcony, Cyra was gazing above at the dark night sky. The moon was glowing, the stars were gleaming, but at the same time, some dark clouds were also there. Gentle blows of air were hitting her body, moving her hair strands slowly.It was already the middle of the night, and her sleep was far away from her because tomorrow was her wedding. Just a few more hours, and she would be standing in front of him and would be taking their wedding vows.Feeling her phone vibrating in her hand, Cyra looked towards it and saw his call. Utterly defeated and with a completely blank head, Cyra picked up his call and pressed the phone against her ear.“Amor…..” Cyra heard his throaty voice, but she made no efforts to answer him because they both knew he was even capable of hearing her silence and understanding the beating of her heart. “This night turns out to be unendurable, because it seems to become too long,” she silently listened to his every word while peering at the sky.“And
Her slow steps walked down that aisle, which was taking her to that sinner, who had turned her entire life into a sin, and no matter how slowly she strided, that aisle finally shoved her in the arms of her cruel destination.“Take care of my daughter, Zaiden. I am handing my life to you,” Cyra heard her father saying to him, while putting her hand over his.“Your life is my life, Mr Merciez,” he uttered, peering into her emerald eyes, whereas his hand tightly held her hand, and helped her in getting up on the aisle.Cyra, standing in front of him, kept her eyes down because she didn't want to look into his eyes to see his victory and her defeat. He had defeated her. He had made her lose every single thing.She had lost to him, completely and in every possible way.“Do you, Mr Zaiden Alvaro, take Miss Cyra Merciez as your lawfully wedded wife, and promise to love her, cherish her and be with her until death do you part?” Tears stung her eyes, as soon as she heard those words of the pr
‘My Ethan’. The moment his ears heard her calling another man as hers, the havoc of insanity, which he thought he was capable of hiding inside him for the rest of his life, broke apart irredeemably.Cyra, who was glowering at his back with her watery eyes, finally saw him slowly turning around. A tendril of chill ran down her spine when she looked into his eyes and found nothing but that lethal madness, which made him look like a feral, wild animal, who was going to tear her into two.“Your Ethan….?” Cyra noticed the pitch of his tone had turned extremely deep and husky. A sadistic smirk formed on his face, rather than that grin of his calmness, and this petrified Cyra because she could feel the lava of his reality burning out from him.His feet made their way towards her, making Cyra grip her wedding gown tightly. Her survival instincts were screaming at her to run away from him because he was capable of doing the worst to her, but she chose to stay and witnessed how far his worst wa
“Strip, mi amor,” Like a frozen statue, she watched him and listened to his every word. Pain was an understatement. Cyra couldn't describe what she had been feeling at that moment. She was feeling like she had betrayed her own self. She had cheated on her own soul, and it was just for a pathetic man like him. “We shouldn't be wasting this night,” he uttered, removing his coat. Cyra still didn't utter a single word to him, but didn't let her gaze get apart from him because she wanted to make herself realise that…there was nothing good in him. There had never been anything good in him. It was just her, who was forcing herself to believe that he could never be the worst…but the truth was….he was. He had always been. Her emerald eyes watched him pointing towards that screen, while with his other hand, he unbuttoned his shirt. His gaze was fixed at her. “You wanted to see your Ethan, so I fulfilled your wish, and now …” she saw him stepping closer to her, eliminating the rational gap
“Aah….” Her loud moans of pain and pleasure were echoing against the walls of that room. Their heavy breathings were reverberating in a rhythm, turning the sound of their skin slapping against each other more sinful.Cyra dug her nails roughly against his back as she felt him going more deep inside her. Her eyes glossed up. She didn't want to feel this. She didn't want to let this bliss overpower her, but even after every attempt, she couldn't stop her gushing core from clenching around him.A growl of pleasure escaped from his mouth, feeling her squeezing her warm and narrowed walls around him.“So my beautiful wife is loving it as much as I do,” he husked in her ear, smirking, and then nibbled on her earlobe harshly. Cyra hissed in pain, but even that pain forced her to arch her back. She tightly squeezed her eyes shut. She hated this, but she could do nothing to stop her body from falling for it, and this made Cyra hate herself more than she hated this man above her.Tears vigorou
A tear fell from her eyes and stained his cheek. Her glossy gaze peered into those cerulean eyes of his, and then it finally travelled down towards his chest where she saw her palm tightly gripping her own wrist, in order to stop that knife from tearing his heart in two.The tip of the knife had slightly pricked his chest, causing a drop of his blood to stain it. All the intentions, all that desperation, all that madness to end her suffering faded that very moment when she looked into his eyes because they made her realise…she would have to turn these eyes soulless in order to end her pain.She would have to stop the beating of his heart to free her mind from that cruel cage of pain and suffering, and her heart didn't seem to permit this.Her heart was not in favour of taking that man's life, who had turned her life more painful than death.Could it be any more worse than this? When her own heart was ready to let her suffer but it was not ready to end the giver of that suffering?Taki
Standing on the edge of that bridge, her eyes were lifelessly peering down at that river underneath the bridge. It looked deep, so deep that it held the power of caging her life and freeing her from all of her pain.He didn't love her. He loved Elysia, someone who had died the moment he found out about her real existence, because Elysia had always been just her facade. A facade, which she had worn to keep herself hidden from him, but now she hated nothing more than this facade.He hated her. He still hated Allura for everything, and last night, every single thing had happened between him and her facade. The moment he touched her, he believed she was Elysia. The moment his embrace captured her, he believed it was her facade. There had been no place for Allura in his warmth of love.He was never going to love Allura, because he loathed her, but now she was not capable of taking his hatred. After last night, she would not be able to watch hatred in those eyes for her, in which she had lo
Delicately kissing her, he gently teased her drenching slit down there, which made her clutch his naked biceps. He did his best to keep her attention fixed on their kiss, but her body had already started tensing up, so pulling his head back, he looked into her glossy eyes. She was looking extremely scared and nervous, which made him exhale a soft sigh. Getting up from her, he sat on the bed, and pulled her on his lap. Her bare legs surrounded him, whereas her breathing accelerated by feeling their nakednesses pressing against each other. He felt scorching, extremely hard and huge, like he was going to tear her apart, and this terrified her. Even just his fingers hurt her first, then how would she be able to take him? He held her on his lap, and noticed she had lowered her head and had even kept her eyes closed. Her palms were tightly holding onto her shoulders. He could clearly feel her stiffness. “Will you calm down a bit?” He uttered to her in his husky yet calm voice. She slowl
Allura felt his mouth hungrily consuming hers, while his tongue massaged every corner of her mouth. His hands restlessly ripped her wet clothes apart from her body, which made her aware of how desperate he was to claim her as his. This didn't shock her because she already knew how badly he wanted her. She was aware of how sickly he needed her, and now the only difference was that….she had finally realised she needed him just the way he required her.Called it wrong, called it right….. some things didn't belong to those boundaries of worldly judgements, and what they both felt for each other, that feeling could not be held back by those judgements. It was theirs. That feeling belonged to both of them.Just them, so only they had the right to endure, feel, twist it as per they desired.Her shredded clothes fell on the ground. Allura tried to mimic his actions but she was too inexperienced to match with that madness he was kissing her. It was like he was going to eat her raw, whereas for
She heard his steps getting closer to her, which shuddered her very being. Did he take her family away from here? Did he harm them to take his anger out on them? Rage burst inside her body.She could have endured any pain he would have given her, but not to her family. She would never accept him harming her family for satiating his vengeance.Suddenly her eyes fell on the table beside the bed, where she saw a knife on the top of it. Unable to think about anything else, she dashed towards that knife and grasped it.Allura finally turned around to face him, and her heart ached the moment her eyes collided with those reddened teal eyes of his, which were already glowering at her.Zace glared at her with his nefariously intoxicated eyes, but his heart froze the moment he finally got the glimpse of her unconcealed eyes, which exactly resembled that motherfucker, Arran Vezar. So all this time, even her eyes were betraying him?Was all of this really a lie? Just a lie?He knew she would be h
Glasses after glasses, he had been continuously drinking from the past one hour. His throat had started burning, along with his eyes, which had turned red, both due to his intoxication and wrath, but most important pain. That pain, which she had given so ruthlessly. She just not only used him and his emotions, but she used his love. From the beginning, she knew who he was, and what they both were supposed to become for each other, but yet she chose to play with him while showing him her facade of innocence.She attempted to destroy him, and she completely succeeded in it. He was feeling completely shattered, broken and destroyed.When his glass got empty again, he aggressively threw it on the floor, breaking it into pieces, and then grabbed the entire bottle of liquor, and started chugging down the liquid directly from it.How could she do this to him? How could she be so cruel? She knew what she had been doing, she knew how badly he had been getting addicted to her. She knew how ins
Their gazes bored immensely deeper into each other, where his eyes were burning with the pain of hatred and betrayal, whereas hers were blurring with tears of pain and helplessness. It should have never been like this.Hatred had always been the existence of their closeness, so how their serenity ended up existing in the essence of love? How and why? Why did it happen to them?Allura saw that rage in his eyes melting down into pain as he stared more into her watery eyes. It was painful for her. For some unknown reason, she could not watch him suffer so much. Was it because she knew how much he and his family had suffered and was still suffering, or it was because she knew he was the only person who could end all her sufferings? She didn't know. She just knew that she didn't want to see him in so much pain, especially because of her.Gathering all her courage, she lifted her hand up and tried to touch him, but he grasped her wrist in the middle. He violently twisted it behind her back,
Completely numbed, Allura watched his steps heading in her direction. His gaze remained fixed at her eyes so blankly that it shivered her soul, and made her feel like her heart broke down into tears. What had happened? Why was it hurting so much? Why could she feel his presence radiating extreme amounts of pain? His feet paused right in front of her. For a brief moment, he just gazed into her glossy eyes, which watered more the way he was staring at her. Allura saw him extending both of his hands in her direction, where one of his hands was holding a bouquet of roses, while the other was grasping that gun. It filled her with more pain.Allura looked down towards his hands, and noticed his hand, which was holding roses, had turned extremely red and even swollen, like his skin was on the edge of tearing up, and the palm, which was holding that gun, was already bleeding, as his knuckles were looking badly injured. What had happened to him?Her glossy eyes continued to gaze at his both ha
After finding out about how far Zace's madness had gone for Allura, that he not only ended up forcefully marrying her but he also allowed her to be with Aivren, and that thing made Lieve understand, his obsession for her had reached its peak. She had started mattering to him, more than anyone and anything, and that was not acceptable to Lieve.And she had been waiting for a moment like this to burst out the truth in front of him, so this was the perfectly correct time.“She is Allura,” Lieve seethed out at him, clenching his collar. Her eyes gazed into his maliciously dark eyes, which were fixed at her.“That girl is making a fool of you, and you were letting her do it willingly,” she spat at him.“Elysia is Allura Vez….” Zace didn't let her finish her sentence by grabbing her neck in an extremely brutal grip. His breathing had laboured. His face had flushed red. His eyes wore the most cruel shade of brutality.“If you are lying about this …..then I will fucking kill you with my own h
Zace finished his meeting with his clients as fast as he could because he was restless to return back to his wife. Yes, he was desperate to go back to his kitten, especially after knowing she wanted to talk to him about something, and he couldn't wait. Everything related to her automatically became his priority.Nothing like this had ever happened to him. He had never felt like this for anyone. Something like, the air around him had started suffocating him without her presence, but in her presence, life seemed to turn into a blissful feeling which he wanted to live over and over again.With her, life didn't feel like a cruel punishment, and death, its only cure. With her, living this life felt like an alluring blessing. Even pain felt better with her.Was it love? He still didn't know what to call it.And how he wished if he could tell all of this to his little sister because he knew she had all the answers to his every question.His Aiv was his solution to his every problem. She unde